The Rules
Bending the rules of a similar room
Is hounding a person too complete.
Itself the power of hiding collected my happiness,
From the other life is a finding too sweet.
I carried on with the help of God,
Life meant happiness but for what?
Any sort of living heralded defeat
Of another person who was adequate.
My adventures began once again,
Fully intending to leave us all,
How do dusts and winds well inside
On the light of certain times too tall?
poem by Naveed Akram
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